“Trust me, this book pales in comparison to your naked ass.” She gestures for me to do a twirl, and she whistles at me suggestively.
I’m glad to know she isn’t mad about earlier.
Personally, I’m not too thrilled about her threatening to break up with me, but I’m not sure bringing it up now, after the night she just had, is the best idea either.
Timing is everything.
I don’t want to push her away or lose her. I change into a fresh pair of boxers and glance her over. All I can see is a t-shirt that she’s wearing, and as I get closer to the bed, I realize it’s my t-shirt.
“Do you always steal my clothes?” I ask, pulling back the covers, climbing under and tackling her and her dragging farther down on the mattress so her head is against the pillow and her back is flush with the bed.
She squeals and drops the book on her chest. I toss it across the room.
“Only the ones I look better in. Liam!” she scolds, but I don’t care.
My mouth is on hers, hungrily devouring every inch of her lips. My fingers tangle in her dark hair, clenching the tresses, holding her to me.
She purrs and I swear my cock stands at attention from the sound she emits from the back of her throat.
Does she have any idea what she does to me?
My lips move down her neck, sucking her sensitive skin as she shifts restlessly beneath me, her hands clawing at my forearms, gripping me, holding me tight.
I don’t dare admit I was worried about her from the moment she texted me and then later shut off her phone. Had there not been a campus wide-lockdown and shooting, we wouldn’t be here right now, in bed together.
Dragging my knee up between her thighs, her lips part and her head dips back, gasping for breath.
Her fingernails dig into my skin.
“You like that, firebreather?” I smirk, knowing what drives her insane.
Me.
Having that kind of power over her is a fucking turn-on.
Wordlessly, she nods.
“Tell me you like it,” I whisper into her ear, tugging the lobe between my teeth. “I like hearing that sweet voice of yours.”
Her lips part and she moans. “Yes, Liam.”
“Good girl,” I praise her and am rewarded with another moan. My breath teases her ear, watching her grow restless. “Do you like that?” I ask.
Her eyes struggle to remain open as she nods. “Eyes on me, firebreather.” Smiling, I study every inch of her as her blue eyes slowly flutter open and her cheeks are painted a gorgeous shade of ruby.
She giggles and rolls us around, pinning me beneath her. Bristol grinds her hips into mine, and I struggle to keep my eyes trained on her.
“Hard, isn’t it—” she says and smirks. “Eyes on me, baby.”
She’s toying with me and dare I admit I’m enthralled. She finds my hands, intertwining our fingers as she pushes my hands into the bed, her hips still dancing over mine.
I rise up, wanting a taste of her lips as she practically sits on my cock, dry humping me.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” I want that kiss, a taste, and outmaneuvering her, I flip her onto her back again.
“My turn.” I capture her lips with mine, my tongue pushing inside her mouth as she opens her lips wider, parting herself for me.
If I could fuck her with my tongue, I would.
